by Joy Sy
A thousand times a day
I fight that small voice
in the back of my mind
You know the one that says
all our fears are true
and all we know are lies
The one that keeps me
from walking out the door
of the room of one
The one that keeps the
door from swinging open
For most days, I win
My mind, filled up with tasks and things
Too busy for it to seep too deeply in
And on those days, when the battle is lost
When tears unabatedly fall
I will relish the fact
that I can feel at all
Posted on 11/29/2014
Copyright © 2017 Joy Sy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/03/14 at 10:02 PM|
Eloquently put, Joy. Glad I took a chance on reading this.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/04/14 at 12:47 PM|
I absolutely love the rhythm in this ode which is lovely in both form and content.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/04/14 at 04:23 PM|
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/05/14 at 08:56 PM|
Very nice meter and ending stanza Joy!!
|Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/07/15 at 10:36 PM|
Such a sweet sentiment, and all the more sweetly expressed.
|Posted by Karen Koser on 09/14/17 at 02:05 AM|
This is beautiful! It made my heart melt.